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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Adjuntive" data-source="post: 5716787" data-attributes="member: 6666768">As the silence of party begins to give way to the telltale noises of the spider's coming Alric forces all thoughts from his mind and focuses his attention forward, waiting for the moment where plying his trade will be necessary. [OOC]Alric continues to delay action.[/OOC] The tension of the moment causes adrenaline to begin pumping through Alric's veins. His heart pounds like a war drum in his ears and he forces his breathing to be deep and even rather than rapid and panicked. Cold sweat runs down his forehead and temples and, though not usually a religious man, Alric finds himself muttering under his breath the words that brought him some comfort when holding on the phalanxes of the Ragesian legion: "Tempus give me the strength to bring death to my enemies and Helm give me the fortitude to stand fast and hold." </blockquote>